Crusoe Envy

I have to admit on many occasions having had Crusoe envy. Living alone on a tropical island with amazing gadgets and animal life and perhaps one great friend, but more or less alone would be wonderful. I often find people annoying! It amazes me how often people seem to choose not to use the brain that they have been given and if they are using the brain they have been given perhaps they should ask for a refund. How can people be so deficient in intelligence? I understand and sympathize with individuals suffering from a disease or impairment that hinders their abilities. But what of the thousands of others who have no impairment but choose to act in a way that causes me to think they have donated most if not all of their thinking and reasoning capabilities to an obvious internet/phone scam. Where their brains where before this I don’t think even they knew.
Suffice it to say that living alone on an island is very palatable to me.

Can we escape the Past?

Can we ever really leave the past? I have just recently been reminded through conversations with an associate in my childhood that we can never really leave behind us the things or labels we attained in our youth. I would have thought that the gossip and back biting would have ended ages ago but alas I find that the bitter and jealousy of youth transcends into the fabric of our adult lives. At least it seems to be the case with my associate and in all honesty I am sure myself as well. For me it isn’t the jealousy necessarily but the fear. The fear of the hate and cruelty that the human race seems driven to inflict upon each other. It seems that no matter the accomplishments we have achieved in the later years of our lives we will forever be stained with remnants of our past. Or is it those stains of our past that define who we are. Does the culmination of each of our stains transcend to more that what they appear, are we each of us a Rorschach ink-blot seeing ourselves in one light while others view us so differently.

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"Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear."

-Dante Alighieri (The Inferno)